Chapter 9 This is your fiancee

Elena's POV

My mouth hung opened as I stepped into the main room, passing through the door which was opened so widely.

"And I thought Layla's house was huge."

Being a con artist had its perks. I could see different beautiful mansions, houses that cost millions of dollars and maybe, if I played my cards well enough, stay for the night.

But never had I seen a house as big as this one.

Like hell!

This house was huge!!!

Actually, I saw the house when I was like 20 miles away from the place, but my eyes didn't linger. I had no idea it was the place I was heading to.

But then again, what was I expecting? From everything Layla told me about this Reynolds family, this was practically nothing.

I had just finished dressing when Noah called me. He said he was having someone pick me up to his house and asked for my address.

And yes, as expected I panicked.

I couldn't just tell him the address of an hotel, that was degrading!

His real fiancee would definitely not be staying at a hotel. For them to even have an arranged marriage it meant even his family knew the lady's family was rich.

Immediately I called him back because it turns out, it was an habit for him to just end the call as soon as he was done saying everything he wanted to. I called him back, gave a flimsy excuse about not being at home right now; which was actually quite true, and told him that I would find my way.

Then I called up Layla and asked her to lend me one of her cars, one of the ones her dad was trying to use to get on her side.

Thankfully I could drive, so the rest was just smooth, well that was until I arrived.

"Bro, I just..." A young lady was coming down from the stairs but as soon as she saw me, she paused, her gaze became wary and sharp. "Who the fuck is this?" She spat coldly glaring at me.

I blinked twice taken back by her tone. Rich people sure had a lot of privileges.

She lived her and she was not a made, that I was certain of.

Because, all maids in the house; at least the ones I had seen so far had a uniform. Though a bit different but in a way it was the same.

But no.

This young girl was dressed in a white crop top with shirt black pants. She looked completely at home.

"Miss Kaila," one of the guards who escorted me here called calmly walking to stand in front of the girl.

Kaila...even the name sounded rich. I mentally nodded as I continued to stare at the lady who was glaring at me.

"This is miss Layla," he said pointing at me and I smiled.

Yup, that's me.

"She is Noah Reynolds, your brother's fiancee."

Her brother? I blinked again in surprise.

Noah Reynolds had a little sister?!

Layla didn't say anything about a little sister. But then again, she wasn't able to find much about the Reynolds family on the net, they were a private family.

He had a sister, that was not planned. But then again, which part of this entire con was planned. I had been winging it since the second time I met the guy, why not just continue.

Forcing a smile to my lips, I stretched out my hand to the young girl. "Hello, nice to meet you." I said with the most sweetest voice I could muster.

Kaila eyes dropped to look at my hand and then back to my face the look of disgust etched on her face.

She didn't look so pleased.

I mentally rolled my eyes keeping my fake smile on my face. It was obvious the girl was spoilt.

One red flag.

One thing I hated the most waa spoilt children. I hardly ever picked a target who had a spoilt sibling or child because...well because no matter now much I tried, I couldn't relate to them.

I had never been spoilt in my entire life.

Everything I had I worked for it. I had never been pet by a parent, never been given stuff I didn't deserve. Even stuff I deserved I had to fight for it so.

My hand was getting sore, and so was my face but I didn't dare just retract the hand, at least not until she said something.

She was about opening her mouth to speak when a familiar voice spoke first.

"Is she here y..." My eyes left Kaila and towards her left.

There he was, my Mr. Mysterious, how wasn't so mysterious anymore.

He had one a fitted button down shirt with the first two buttons left undone and pants.

Was this how he dressed at home? I raised a brow at his dressing but as soon as I noticed that he was looking at me, I returned my face back to normal.

But his sister seemed not to be pleased with it.

"Brother, Larson just told me that this was your fiancee," she said to Noah eyeing me, but the man looked like he wasn't listening...just the response I wanted.

Inwardly I smirked.

Last night before he ended the call, he told me to dress well, so...I did.

I wore a tightly fitted black dress which stopped around my mid thigh. I adorned it with long black heels and then tied my hair up into a ponytail. My face...well, let's just say it was way different from the way he saw it yesterday.

My lipstick was a mixture of red and black and I also added a black eye pencil.

In short, I lookes stupidly hot and my did he notice.

"Brother!" Kaila yellwd snapping Noah back to reality.

My lips couldn't help but form an actual smirk on my lips. His reaction was priceless.

I knew I was hot because I checked the mirror before coming, and his guards who looked so well trained couldn't take their eyes away from me but I wanted to know what Noah thought. But after this, I needed no words.

"What Kaila?" Noah answered after he found his voice. "She is my fiancee, what's wrong with it?" He asked sounding tired of the conversation already.

Kaila blinked as if she had just heard the most absurd thing.

Raising her hand to point at me and her voice she began "How can you..."

But Noah raised his hand up shutting her up.

Good.

Because I knew she was about to say something pretty insulating to me, and I didn't do well with insults.

"Not now Kaila. I'm going out."

What?

He was going out? My brows knitted together in confusion.

Noah noticed my confusion and raised a brow. "Didn't you read the text message I sent to you?" He asked and I shook my head.

I left my phone in the car.

Sighing he spoke. "There have been a change of plans, we are going out."

Oh... Ok.

I nodded I'm acceptance. But one person didn't look so happy.

Kaila face contorted in anger. "Brother how can you just talk to her as if I'm not here? Where would you even go with..."

"Enough Kaila." Noah stopped her.

And right on time because if he didn't, I would.

"We'll talk about this later." He said fixing the hem of his shirt before he returned his gaze back to me. "Let's go."

Noah walked past me, and without waiting for him to say it again, I followed him quietly at the back.

He kept moving until he reached the garage.

I couldn't open my mouth anymore wider, really.

He had cars that I thought didn't even exist!

He hoped into the driver's seat of one of them, and I just stood there.

He couldn't even open the door for me.

Tsk tsk

'Get yourself together Elena,' I whispered to myself. Taking a deep breath, I opened the back door and was prepared to seat when Noah, his voice was cold; normal.

"I'm not your driver."

I blinked.

It took me a second to understand what he meant, but thankfully for me I did. Embarrassed, I closed the door and opened the door of the passenger seat in the front.

I was sitting next to him now, wow.

...

"Where are we going?" Noah asked after we had successfully left the outskirts of his mansion.

What?

How was I supposed to know that? Wasn't he the one who called me?

"Em...I don't understand" I said truthfully. Noah turned his gaze away from the road to me. "What don't you understand?"

"Didn't your parents tell you that we are supposed to go on three dates together before I can decide if I want to marry you?" He asked as if I was supposed to know.

Was I supposed to know? Maybe I was.

I just stared back at him as if he has just said the most craziest thing.

"I was told that you and your parents are not on talking terms, I didn't know it was bad enough for them to lie to me." He said returning his gaze back to the road. His voice turned even colder as he towards his last sentence.

Oh.

That's why I haven't been caught.

The real fiancee wasn't even on talking terms with her parents!

A light bulb appeared on my head, I could use this.

I shook my head. "No, it's not that. They told me it's just, I kind of forgot. Plus as you said we really aren't on talking terms so..."

Please God, don't ever let them start talking again, at least until I'm done.

Noah took a few seconds, but he nodded as he took a turn. "Alright. I made a reservation at a restaurant anyways."

He had an alternative yet he asked me, was this man already suspicious of me?